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Rev. Catherine Cassell Poem
A bag of Spiders
Today, a special delivery came,
Spiders in a bag, a new game.
Open with caution, it warns,
If you are careless, they will swarm.
This writer is a fighter
And will not be bit by a spider.
I follow the instructions to a tee,
Soon they are free and looking at me.
I invited my friends to play,
I waited in anticipation for what they would say.
We four gathered around the table,
Mustering as much courage as we were able.
I took the dice and rolled,
The spiders took off randomly and uncontrolled.
A second roll of the dice
And they began to play nice.
Finished the game, coming in first,
Being sore losers, my friends disbursed.
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Rev. Catherine Cassell Poem
Don’t Forsake Me
An interview with a dying tree.
Annie Willow entered my office,
It surprised all of us.
At first glance,
You might think she had no chance.
I inquired to what she would bring,
Something to add, something with zing.
Her wilted leaves and branches,
Just cleared our expansions.
She spoke clear and concise,
I had to think twice.
Years of nurturing and encouraging
My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know.
I am great supervisor, A revolutionist,
Working and mentoring I do to subsist.
My credentials speak for me,
Even if I am a dying tree.
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A country like no other,
Our citizens are like brothers.
Our country anthem,
Has made so many come.
Bring us your lost,
We will help them at no cost.
Bring your extended family,
You will all live happily.
My country tis for thee,
And all those in need.
The Oklahoma red dirt,
Is yours to convert.
Come join us in our country,
You won’t regret it, trust me.
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If you are in a bind
You are always on her mind.
If you heart is breaking
No matter what you are facing.
I call my favorite hero, my mentor,
She has endurance like no other.
Her smile and laughter,
Help divert a disaster.
She takes care of others needs before her own,
Whether in person or on the phone.
If my family is having an emergency,
She puts on her cape with urgency.
From her granddaughter's first steps
To her Mother’s last breath.
Like an angel she is there,
Taking much more than most could bare.
I love you Sunshine,
I am here for you until the end of time.
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Spirit shattered and body tattered,
Sunk deep into the void defeated and battered.
Prayed to the heavens for deliverance from depression,
God answered with His divine direction.
Began reading His Word,
God spoke and I heard.
Don’t touch that!
Ghost and witchcraft.
Keep your eyes on things above,
Not the world without love.
College education,
Worldviews and bible interpretation.
It’s all choices, two steps and fro,
It is most definitely God I want to know.
Born again of water and Spirit a must
To gain entrance to heaven I trust.
Ordination my next destination.
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Christians who follow the quadrilateral,
Have won half the battle.
Always look to scripture,
To focus on the big picture.
God’s word is final,
Knowing this truth is vital.
A rendition of your own Christian traditions,
Can cause possible conflictions.
Christmas presents and tree,
What do they represent to me?
Easter bunny and hide and seek,
Not the true meaning of which we speak.
You need the Holy Spirit to understand,
He is available at your command.
You will know when you hear Him,
You will feel it from your heart within.
A still small voice,
When you hear it you can rejoice.
Your journey has begun,
There is much work to be done.
With your faith and God’s grace,
Your actions will Shine to the human race.
You have seen God’s hand in your life,
Now tell others how it applied.
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Rev. Catherine Cassell Poem
My Lost Doll, My Best Friend of All.
Have you seen her
She's about ten inches tall.
Her hair is the color of honey,
Long beautiful curls,
She is so lucky.
In the corner she sat,
watching and cheering me on
And telling me this and that.
She always listened to my day,
We shared our secrets,
And kept others at bay.
Invited her friends over for tea
Gossiping, games and comradery
I miss her so dearly.
Who ever has her
Where ever she has went
This torment I can’t endure.
Please if you should see
My doll, my friend
Please bring her back to me.
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An announcement is made,
Winter is gone and spring is the trade.
First on the scene, a red robin
Everyone knows this is common.
The Squirrels are on the hunt,
Raiding the nuts out front.
The mourning dove sings his tune,
saying Spring did not come too soon.
In the petunias, hummingbirds hover,
Their wings are a magnificent color.
Rabbits out of burrows and on the hunt,
Stay out of my garden, I said with a grunt.
I can let my dog out now to play,
Hopefully she will chase them away.
I love to watch Spring in my backyard,
Winter in Minnesota is so hard.
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A girl named Mouse
There once was a girl named mouse,
She ran away from her parents house.
No place to call home
It is on the streets she will roam,
Found shelter at the park,
On new adventures she will embark.
She thumbed a ride to the local mall,
Grabbed some clothes and headed to the stall.
With her new dudes in hand,
She took up the lay of the land.
Others she knew
Were looking to make a living too.
On the street corner she will remain
Until the day's wages she has maintained.
Her next trick tried to save her,
It was a cop undercover.
She knew her stuff,
So she called his bluff.
Life on the streets has made her so much smarter.
If she wants to get out of it, she will have to work harder.
This is no way to make a living,
People on the streets take what is not given.
Final trick showed up flowers in hand,
This is no place for you, let me be your man.
His face was kind and his eyes smiled,
No explanation required.
A brighter future he foretold,
He wanted to take her into the safety of his fold.
As she listened to his plan,
Her excitement and anticipation began.
He asked for her hand in marriage,
Popped open the wine, and offered a beverage.
As she drank, she knew this was right,
It was love at first sight.
She is no longer a lady of the night.
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As you watched the abuse carried out,
My soul was broken, no doubt.
A connection can never be made,
As my nurturer and protector, I was betrayed.
Setting the stage for scant regard,
Not knowing how to protect myself by putting up my guard.
No loving childhood remembrances,
No I love you or tender embraces.
I finally had to let go and grieve,
It will never be the relationship I believe.
In order to begin the healing process,
I had to step away and decompress.
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